"They that hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck...."

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Friday was the Boy Scout Fish Fry. As a veteran of Troop 8's Epic Turkey Dinner fundraiser, I was actually looking forward to a much shorter time of work. Wasn't prepared for how badly organized this event was with the new troop. Part of the problem is that it's a Church function, with different groups manning each night during Lent and taking the proceeds. So they do it "the way we've always done it." Probably works when the nearest competing Church Fish Fry doesn't take the week off. The overflow crowd was a mess.

Anyway, long afternoon. Saturday was much better, as my Beloved and I went for a hike in the local arboretum. It's been neat to go the past few weeks and see the changes. Can't believe we're getting this kind of weather and plant growth in mid March.

Today was a hike in the hilltop cemetery a few blocks away. It contains one of the batteries that were built to defend Cincinnati in the Civil War, along with several graves from the early 1800s. Lots of flowering trees all over.

And tonight after mass, I was listening to Krista Tippet's "On Being" on my way home. Her guest, Kevin Kilng, made a statement about there being two trips "The one we plan, and the one we take," but I heard it differently. With regard to the end of things, the afterlife (which he was also talking about earlier, hence the connection) it occurred to me that for that trip, the trip you plan, is the trip you take. How you live now affects how that ending goes. Or maybe planning your life to appreciate things now affects the quality of your current life/ trip. It seemed very profound when I was thinking it.

And in a few minutes, Wee Hob should be home from scouts, and we shall see if he earned his next rank. I'll update with that, I guess.

Edit: He made Star Scout. He's been stuck at 1st Class for about 4 years now, so this is cool. Still has only a year to get to Life, then Eagle, so unlikely he will make it before he ages out. Still, many adult leaders encouraged him (or threatened to kick his butt if he didn't try.)

I work for a high speed digital print company. Clients supply us with data, including the names and addresses of people they want their mailings sent to, and we write the programs to make that happen. Simple enough.

We have a client that cannot accept that their data might not be perfect. They expect that All records they send us will get mailed, and further, that if someone has moved from address A to address B, and they provide us with address A, we will somehow mail it to address B no matter what.

I hope even the least technologically savvy on my f-list will recognize this for the massive impossibility that it is.

So, in a meeting discussing this situation, I suggested the only viable solution-- wave a magic wand at the data. *poof* There. All better.

And that is how I came to be graced with the title, Minister of Magic for Miami Systems.

I'm told the bowler hat and tasteless pinstriped robes are not optional.

I'm sure some fic has made use of this situation with the darkness-- but I wonder if reflected sunlight works on vamps like the real thing. If not, one could set up a nifty vacation spot for the undead....